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Insomia
March 31, 2010
Time slides by,
No longer ticking,
I cannot feel the individuality of the moments.
They have become lucid.
My thoughts slip by,
Starscapes passing slowly.
But, I am still me,
Trapped between dreaming and consciousness.
I am not in control,
Spiraling deeper,
Deeper into myself.
Feeling every twist and turn,
Unraveling my very soul.
The pain of who I am,
Ripping apart,
It’s excruciating.
My body blinks,
I return to me.
The clock ticks,
No time has passed.
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